(lonely) Scream Poem by Rich Downes

And your stories are like the fakes,
As I'm left again with a shake.
Not freed as yet so easily,
Still not the man you want me to be.
Struggles as now rejected.
Not so sure if I'm respected.
For this love won't even show,
But left with this status quo.

As for now there's just that of this old lonely scream.
How I hope you will free me of this cumbersome routine.
Free me away from all of the shame.
Never liked a game.
Don't want to know why I've hurt so easily.

A word has left me less able.
A time shows why I'm lesser stable.
Guessing that this love won't be ranged.

And I cannot forget your pretty face.
A price that I couldn't even pay.
A word which makes me unable to stay.

As for now there's just that of this old lonely scream.
How I hope you will free me of this cumbersome routine.
Free me away from all of the shame.
Never liked a game.
Don't want to know why I've hurt so easily.

Oh how you'll leave me with the recollection of such cumbersome memories.
Just so unsure who to even be.

As for now there's just that of this old lonely scream.
How I hope you will free me of this cumbersome routine.
Free me away from all of the shame.
Never liked a game.
Don't want to know why I've hurt so easily.